Post-pregnancy bodies are a whole new world. Since I had my daughter, I've tried not to say anything negative about my appearance. I really don't want her to struggle to love her body. It's made a big difference in how I think about it, too (most of the time - I AM human).

Addressed to the owner of the vicious dog - should have made that clear.

Especially the attempt to drag the kid away. That is full-on predator behaviour, not defensive.

I have to say that this is the one and only time I'm not ticked at the free-roaming cat owner. (Also, leash your damn dog!)

So, fish?

I went to the ruins of what was Vlad's place in what is now Bucharest. Basically an open basement-type place at the end of an alley in a dodgy corner of Bucharest. We went just as the sun was setting and various unsavoury characters started materializing. We left fairly quickly...

I remember doing Eeny Meeny Miney Moe as a kid and saying the N-word in it (not sure where I learned that from...). My mom overheard me and explained what it meant, which was really hard to grasp at my age (around 5 or so). But I never said it again and I've been pretty aware of this kind of stuff because of that…

In my mid-thirties. Last gram standing is 98. She has tons of grandkids and is close to them all. I gather that she was less than perfect as a mother but really shines as a grandma. So basically, I'm going to call her right now.

That's definitely the point. Don't visit a restaurant if you are going to consume outside items or attempt to make your own at the table. That's not the point of going to a restaurant. Order what you can afford (with tip) or don't go out. They're not scamming you by offering goods at posted prices.

I'm kind of with your sister on this one. Moved to Japan, lost 30 pounds in one year without a major effort. Moved back to North America, gained consistently with cautious diet and a similar level of activity.

The older, tenured ones who bought before the real estate market went up.

This is the house of every professor I have ever had. (Switch cultural decor objets depending on area of study.)

They're sweet! And crunchy! (But I had to work hard to get myself to the first bite.)

This happened to my boyfriend (now husband) and I after a few months of dating. He's from a family of sons that doesn't discuss bodily issues, especially not female ones. He therefore assumed that I was hemorraging or something equally dramatic. I explained, we cleaned up (dish soap catches that stuff), but throughout…

That's a great point. I always tip servers and other professions that are traditionally tipped but not others who make minimum or near-minimum wage but are serving me (like retail workers, who are generally forbidden to accept tips). I don't mind paying a higher cost if it means a living wage. And I really get steamed…

The reality of many retail jobs is that the employees and managers often aren't well-apprised of policies that would prevent them from cleaning that stuff up. And they'd be in a rush to solve the problem so their store wouldn't smell like poop.

I might have replied that dealing with feces is something I wasn't trained to do and was definitely above my pay grade.

I'd say keeping kosher is up there with allergies in terms of importance, and I see why you might say lactose intolerant to ensure your meal follows the right rules. It's the fake allergy people that ruin it for everyone.

You're in bed and you wake up to hear a stranger's voice in your baby's room. Damn straight I'd lose it and not find this funny! And there are people out there who might have more nefarious purposes for this than a prank. I don't find it terribly funny when people mess with someone's sense of safety in their own home.

So much dancing!